Higher Order Language - Works
I am a man of few words. I affix those to notes. The notes have a lot to say. I wrote a song. I let someone I did not know listen to that song, and they liked it. Then more listened and I had to copyright it, self-produced music out of my head, . . .hmmm, imagine that.
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Thanks for listening. As always, all the best!!!!
Mark - Holworks Music
Great to be typing this note to you on a Sunday evening. Someone asked me, "are you a singer?" I said no, I am not a singer, but I do sing songs"
Then, a follow-up, "Are you a musician? I said, "No, I am not a musician, but I can play a song."
Someone else asked, "Are you a writer? I said, "No, I am not a writer, though I do write the story of music."
"Where does that leave me?" I asked
They said almost in unison, "Anywhere you want to be, anywhere you want to be."
I am here. I have a song that you like. That is cool to discover new music because of a site like this. It is even cooler to chunk diversity on a wall and see what sticks. Music brings all of us closer together. Makes me laugh sometimes I do not know the difference. So, I rely on ears, many ears, more ears than there once were, yet less than there shall be. I am grateful, thank you!
Thanks for the support during my tenure on this site. I have made massive discovery about me, this skill I perfect, and the reactions to it. I know less now than I will, but man I am sure glad I know volumes more than I did when I started.
As always, I love hearing from you. Let me know which of my songs you like. I have decisions to make and need input.
Peace be with all of you!
Mark - Holworks Music
Since I have been gifted, here is a gift in return to let you know, I just need a day to make music happen. . . thank you out there for helping me continue this journey. Maybe we will meet one day. Mark
It is a sad time for me. Recently, my hard drive crashed. I lost all of the songs, images, and words you see, listen to, or read here. I am dictating this message from my phone. It is not easy to see years worth of work vanish. There may be some ways to get it back that I am trying, but for now, no more songs from me. I have no way to record them now. I have no way to make music except in my living room on my keyboard. The recording process of these songs is ambient which means I cannot capture pristine recordings. . . . ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Thousands of dollars in software I used is now gone. ProTools and Cubase are history, memories of hours spent negotiating screens, clips, loops, etc. . . , gone. Ouch, I lost my best friend, the cost of it all is lambent. Such is the way of computers I suppose, like people, they die. At sixty, I guess I really should just forget about it, a fad that passed through my life for a few years, thirty at least to end up in a fried pile of wires. Dang, that makes me sad, mad, frustrated, and forlorn.
Anyway, the last two years of my life in song is right here, right now. I appreciate all of you who have shown support, sharing with me this path I have undertaken on faith. It means the world to me that someone in this great big world actually listens to a song I wrote. I am deeply appreciative of this knowing that I shared some of my soul with you direct as it was given to me from wherever music manifests.
I think N1M is a special place for unsigned artists like me. Creation is a funny journey as there are so many variables to it. I will always consider I was at my closest to God because of music creation. It is not like I can bend air to make a dog, but if I color the air just a little with a crayon keyboard and a colored pencil microphone, maybe the story of that dog would reveal itself to me. Such are the stories I hear in music. I often wonder what if? What if I sang flawlessly. Would I still be able to create a song? What if I played like Mozart? Would I still be able to put syllable to note? What if I could not write? Would I still feel the note seeking syllable to create something wondrous?
Guess it doesn't really matter for now. I have to devote my energy in a different direction until I can come back to my old friend. Hopefully, age and change remain at bay until I do meet music again.
I want to thank you folks who have joined this mailing list, several thousand of you from all over the globe. Every one of you here means I did it. I managed to bring wholesome original music to be enjoyed by anyone for a lifetime direct to you and you responded with your likes, comments, reviews, emails and song purchases. I am forever grateful to you for doing so!
Say a prayer for me!
Yes, yes, I am on a recording adventure, five songs in three days. So, who likes someone who dabbles in genres? I mean diversity simply abounds in the notes I have sung to recently. Hope I can stir you a little.
A few thousand of you are receiving this message. Thank you for listening to my weird stories set to music. Iknw, I know, I am not like anyone on this site, for sure. There are tons of outstanding songs to listen to on N1M. That you chose me, well, that is awesome.
Just a bit of background about these new song is in order, I think. Sweet Tea was done for my boss, who was headed to the Key West Songwriter's Festival. I work at WFAY 100.1 FM in Fayetteville, NC. She has a show on it and asked me if I could write a song for her. It is a top of the head recording, . . hope you like it.
Brown Goddess and Oh, Isis are remakes of my old songs from my first album Carolina Commons. None of the music from that album except for Just When I Thought, and Swift Water is viable for this site. So, I used beats instead and took my poems, sliced and diced them to make them fit. I did the same for Felinicity from my fourth album Natural Law. Felinicity made me step across the street to find the beat my neighbor's possess.
I think I am out of my political phase for now. I sure hope the puzzle comes together for us as a planet. I do try to court Lady Luck in a song by that title. It is a funk blowout that will make you dance for sure. I loved the music the instant I heard it. That story was easy to sing and you will hear it note by note, syllable by syllable.
Seems like I was supposed to write songs, or maybe it is delusion. Therapy feels good.
I am always looking for flavor starved ears, . .